It was Hermione's favorite day: Saturday. She woke up at seven and got all ready, finding a nice outfit, brushing her hair and washing her face. Looking at her reflection, she smiled, leaning forward to examine where her new adult tooth had nearly grown in. Happy with that, she brushed her teeth like her parents had instructed her.
She then went downstairs, creeping past her parents' room so as not to wake them up. Pushing a chair over so she could reach the cupboards and pantry, she laid out everything needed for breakfast, and sat down to wait for her parents to wake up.
It didn't take them too long, and though they looked tired, her mum pressed a kiss to Hermione's forehead before sitting, brushing down her hair. "You want to try cornrows again sweetie?"
Hermione shook her head, "No thank you, they give me headaches."
"That's just because you're not used to them," her mum said, shaking her own tight little braids and winking.
"You could always cut is short like mine," her father offered, starting up the coffee maker. Once when Hermione pointed out that coffee was bad for their teeth and that they should know this because they are dentists, her father had his big laughed, Hermione's favorite, and claimed it as their only vice.
"No!" Hermione squealed, but smiled at him. "I like my hair."
"As you always should sweetheart," her mum poured cold cereal into all their bowls.
When they finished breakfast, it was time for Hermione's favorite part of any week. They got in their car and stopped by many of the bookstores in town, from the little used places to the one big commercial chain store. Hermione was given her allowance to spend on whatever she wanted, and it was always a bit of a challenge to choose what book to get. But not this week.
She was up to her elbows in a box of newly traded used kid books when she found it. Pulling out the little paperback, she ran over to her mother. "She looks like me!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly, holding book up.
Her mother looked and smiled. "She does indeed. Are you going to buy that one?"
Hermione nodded fervently. She had read many, many books, but in only a few of them where there any girls that looked like her. And never one where the character looked to be some sort of magic user! Hermione clutched it to her chest and followed her parents around beaming until they were ready to buy their own books. When they got home, she curled up in a chair in the living room to soak in the book as she read it.